and when i think of childhood
i think of all the time i spent looking at the clouds
all the moments made laughing up at the stars
the beauty of human interaction
and the way my mum smiled when i smiled
or the way my grandmother's face twisted when she told a lie
my jokes were never funny
but i heard her laughter ringing in my ears
do you hear that sweet music through your earphones?

i still have a mental map carrying me where google hasn't found
over and over again i follow the pathways
that lead me towards the treasure, that giant 'X'
my feet are ripping open, sore from chasing it
when will i find it again?
why can't i find it again?
reach out to me, save me.

the key to childhood is to be a child
but my days are gone, so why do i keep walking
why am i the only one walking?
why is everyone else stagnant?
where has childhood gone, not mine but yours
why can't i return to it?
reach out to them, please save them
they don't know what they have.
why are they letting it go unnoticed?

the treasure, i see it at their feet
the treasure i can no longer discover
it taunts me, it escapes them
why am i now paused? let them press pause.
don't keep them on fast forward
they're going too quickly,
but why do they look frozen?

is this the world without childhood?
the treasure at their feet disappears
this is the world with technology

reach out, please save them.